1. Write an essay about the most beautiful moment of mother in 400 words

Jinan City 2008 High School Entrance Examination Full Score Essay (two articles) Accidental discovery (Part 1) Dad’s car always has a Wearing two short strips of red cloth fluttering in the wind, it looked out of place with the constant flow of other vehicles.

I always smile when I see such bright red. I feel like it is spreading warmth all the way. Grandma's home is in a remote mountain village. There is a custom that tying two red strips of cloth on the rearview mirror of the car means that the driver will be safe. Such deep warmth and deep concern are naturally made by grandma. , I have always thought so since I was a child.

As the sun sets in the west, the thick red color spreads across the sky, and even the snow on the roadside is reflected hazily and beautifully. The red cloth strip on the rearview mirror was particularly active today, waving its arms and spinning in excitement.

I looked at him and smiled happily. It was New Year's Eve and it was time to reunite with my grandparents. My attentive grandma had to worry about my father again. A sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner is naturally indispensable. Under the orange-red lights, the family smiles happily.

I walked out of the room alone, ready to enjoy the long-awaited gorgeous fireworks. Occasionally, I noticed a dark figure in front of my father’s car: gray hair, a heavy Chinese tunic suit and some worn-out cotton shoes, trembling. Standing majestically in the snow. It’s about Grandpa! He slowly bent over, and the tall grandfather in his impression was actually so thin, like a withered old tree, as if the wind would blow it down.

My heart aches, much like I used to give my grandfather a hand. But curiosity made me choose to wait quietly.

Grandpa carefully removed the red cloth strip from the rearview mirror and stuffed it into his pocket like a treasure. After a moment of silence, he stroked his father's car and pulled out two new red strips of cloth.

Could it be that it is Grandpa who has been caring silently for so many years? In my impression, grandpa and dad don’t look like a father and son at all. They never say hello and seldom talk. But every time when they send us home, grandpa stares deeply, seemingly full of affection. Grandpa always likes to hold my hand. , gently touched my head with his wrinkled hands, and murmured: "What a smart boy, just like his father..." Grandpa was thinking about how to tie the cloth strip, tied it carefully, and shook it He took it off and repeated it several times before tying two knots tightly with satisfaction and left quietly. The beating flame was left behind to warm the cold winter night... My father still had tasks at work on New Year's Day, so we had to leave there. I watched my grandfather's figure in the rearview mirror gradually move away and disappear.

This accidental look back made me suddenly understand the deep love in my grandpa’s deeply gazing eyes. The red cloth strips fluttering in the wind are still red, warming our hearts. Dad stretched out his hand and gently touched the flame. From the smile on her mouth, I seemed to understand the same deep affection of grandpa.

Accidental Discovery (Part 2) My father is the vast sea, and I am a small boat on the sea. Although I sail in the embrace of the sea all day long, I cannot understand the vastness of the sea. Until that night... That evening, my father picked up his elderly grandfather from the countryside and discussed renovating his house. Grandpa's life was hard.

He worked as a construction worker, worked as a coolie, and used black buns to send his father to the threshold of university... Whenever his father mentioned this, there was a hint of gentleness and coldness on his serious face. There were sparkling tears in his eyes. That day, during dinner, my usually serious father became particularly easy-going.

Not only did it talk to grandpa slowly and calmly, but it also gave him wine from time to time and put vegetables in his bowl. He also picked out the fish bones in his bowl and asked his mother to make more cooked and easy-to-chew dishes for the next meal. Rice... "Dad, you must eat enough!" Father said softly. I clearly saw my grandpa’s eyes were red.

After dinner, my father said that it was not easy for grandpa to come here once, and asked me to put down my homework and accompany him with grandpa. I sat next to my grandpa, and my father brought him a cup of hot tea. He listened to his talk about the past events of his hometown...My father sometimes interrupted, sometimes he thought deeply, sometimes his face was filled with happiness, and sometimes he showed nostalgia...My father brought a pot of hot tea to me. Water, bring a basin of hot water to Grandpa after washing his face.

He gently took off his grandfather's shoes and slowly put his feet in the water and scrubbed them. Grandpa felt a little uncomfortable, so he shook it and said, "Your mother said it when I came here." "My son is promising, so don't wash my feet anymore, people are laughing at me." The father stayed for a while and said, "Dad, I am still your son!" When he said this, the father's face was filled with happiness and joy. Proud, but tears of happiness flashed in Grandpa’s eyes.

After washing his feet, his father helped grandpa into the room and replaced the towel with a blanket. That night, I couldn't sleep again.

A series of my father's actions and words flashed in my mind from time to time. It was an accidental discovery. I was shocked to discover the gentle side of my father. Those things are not accidental, because my father's love for grandpa will never change.

That accidental discovery will allow me to understand the beginning of my father. That accidental discovery will be a key to the door of my life. That accidental discovery will be a valuable asset in my life.

By chance, I discovered the gentle side of my father. What I saw might be a silhouette of my father. However, I want to put sails on my little boat, set sail, and study my father's interpretation of "love" with great concentration in my father's sea to start the road to life! Accidental discovery My father never cared about my feelings, I always thought so.

Until that accidental discovery - it was in the second grade of junior high school. In order to prepare for the Level 5 piano test, I practiced hard every day, memorized the music score carefully, and played it over and over again, striving for perfection. Finally, the day of the exam came, and I came to the exam room with a nervous mood, imagining what it would be like when I got the Level 5 certificate.

After a while I heard my name being called, I walked into the examination room with confidence and started playing. A beautiful melody flew out from my fingers, echoing in that small room... Just as I was intoxicated with the beautiful music I played, an unexpected thing happened - under my feet The pedal was empty, and for a moment, my fingers seemed to lose control.

Helplessly, with the teacher’s sigh, I slowly walked out of the piano room. As soon as I walked out of the piano room, tears welled up in my eyes.

After practicing so hard, there was no result, which really made me sad, and the confidence I had in myself at the beginning naturally disappeared. When I got home, I threw away the practice music scores, tore up the piano practice plan, and sat in the room alone in a daze.

At this time, one. 2. A 600-word essay on my mother’s beautiful moments

In the past, my mother didn’t like to watch TV, but during this period, my mother seemed to have changed. She would sit next to the TV every time after eating. , waiting for CCTV's broadcast of "Parents' Love".

My heart was full of questions, so I asked my mother curiously. It turns out that the plot in the play brought back many childhood memories for my mother.

I kindly invited my mother to tell me interesting stories about her childhood. My mother happily accepted and told me about it. My mother was born in Zhuhai, Guangdong and grew up in a military compound.

She has two brothers who care about her very much. Since my parents were very busy at work, my mother almost always grew up with her brothers.

Every day I would follow my brother to the grove to apply dry sycamore leaves and bring them back to make firewood for cooking. When he heard the sound of the gun, he stepped on the basket and ran quickly to the shooting range to pick up the bullet casings.

The mother said that the bullet casings she picked up could be used in exchange for money, and the grandmother used the exchange money to buy candies for the children. Because life was hard at that time, so we ate very little, so sugar naturally became a high-end food.

Although this was hard-earned money from their mother, grandma only gave each of them two candies at most, and then put the remaining candies in jars and hid them under the bed in grandma's bedroom. . One day, while grandma was going to work, the brothers began to prepare a plan to steal candy.

Mom’s job is to keep watch. If she finds grandma back, she will report it immediately. The eldest brother and the second brother sneaked into grandma's room to steal candy.

Because grandma’s bed is very low, only the eldest brother acts as a cover, while the second brother crawls under the bed to steal the candy. When everything was ready, the eldest brother ordered the second brother to get under the bed immediately.

At this time, my mother was very excited, with shadows of candies appearing in front of her eyes, and her saliva was about to flow. Suddenly, a shrill scream echoed through the sky.

My mother was so frightened that her hair stood on end. Before she could react, she saw her elder uncle dragging her younger uncle and grabbing her mother's collar and dashing out of the room. In an instant, the three people collapsed to the ground, and their mother was frightened by the scene and cried.

It turned out that when my uncle was stealing candy, a cauliflower snake happened to be coiled next to the sugar bowl, spitting out red worms! At that time, the younger uncle was completely shocked. Fortunately, the older uncle reacted quickly and rescued everyone from the room. From then on they never stole anything again.

Mom’s wonderful childhood is like a marshmallow. Although the marshmallow has been eaten, the sweetness remains in my heart and will never be dissipated or waved away. 3. A 600-word essay on mother’s beautiful moments

There is such a person who contributes unstintingly to his family, breaks new ones for his family, and only thinks of others at all times.

She is so amiable to everyone; she is helpful and has a loving heart; she is the greatest person in the world, and the most beautiful one! This person is my mother. Her short hair is draped over her shoulders, and she has a pair of bright eyes under her thick eyebrows. The bridge of her nose is neither high nor low, just right. What I like most is her eloquent mouth. This is simply a gift from God. Her gift.

She is hard-working. My mother’s words and deeds at home can have a great impact on me. Every morning, when I wake up and smell the delicious breakfast, I know it must be my mother; every night when I get home, I can see the familiar figure of my mother cooking.

She doesn’t let grandma do housework, but always lets grandma have more rest. She takes on all the work in the house by herself. She works so hard for us every day without any complaints. I can really feel my mother's beautiful heart.

Sanmao once said: "The person who truly understands life is a mother; the person who has truly walked such a long road is a mother; the person who has truly experienced the vicissitudes of life and fully explained love with actions is also Mother, you. "Yes, my mother has given me too much for me to repay.

It is my mother who makes the warm quilt smell like the sun; it is my mother who makes this home complete and warm; it is my mother who makes me understand that the true meaning of love lies in giving. Her caring school wanted to donate money again. When my mother heard the news, she immediately gave me dozens of dollars and asked me to donate.

I’m so surprised, why do you need to donate so much? The teacher doesn’t have any rules either. She told me that it was because she had seen those poor children on TV these days who had no money to study, and they didn’t even have enough to eat, and none of them could be as comfortable as us.

She felt sorry for those people and wanted to lend a helping hand to help them. A few dozen yuan doesn't sound like much, but it can also show your mother's love.

Mom, you are a sky full of hope, calling my wings that are not yet full; you are a lighthouse in the ocean, tirelessly guiding me. You, with your selfless dedication and compassion, influence me.

Mom, you are the most beautiful person in the world. 4. A 600-word essay on mother’s beautiful moments

There is such a person who contributes unstintingly to his family, breaks new ones for his family, and only thinks of others at all times. She is so amiable to everyone; she is helpful and has a kind heart; she is the greatest person in the world and the most beautiful one!

This person is my mother.

Her short hair is draped over her shoulders, and she has a pair of bright eyes under her thick eyebrows. The bridge of her nose is neither high nor low, just right. What I like most is her eloquent mouth. Yes, this is simply a gift from God.

She is hard-working

My mother’s words and deeds at home can have a great impact on me. Every morning, when I wake up and smell the delicious breakfast, I know it must be my mother; every night when I get home, I can see the familiar figure of my mother cooking. She doesn't let grandma do housework, and always lets grandma take more rest. She takes on all the work in the house by herself. She works so hard for us every day without any complaints. I can really feel my mother's beautiful heart.

Sanmao once said: "The person who truly understands life is a mother; the person who has truly walked such a long road is a mother; the person who has truly experienced the vicissitudes of life and fully explained love with actions is also Mother, you. "Yes, my mother has given me too much for me to repay. It is my mother who makes the warm quilt smell like the sun; it is my mother who makes this home complete and warm; it is my mother who makes me understand that the true meaning of love lies in giving.

She is caring

The school wanted to donate again. When my mother heard the news, she immediately gave me dozens of dollars and asked me to donate. I'm so surprised, why do you need to donate so much? The teacher doesn’t have any rules either. She told me that it was because she had seen those poor children on TV these days who had no money to study, and they didn’t even have enough to eat, and none of them could be as comfortable as us. She felt for those people and wanted to lend a helping hand to help them. A few dozen yuan doesn't sound like much, but it can also show your mother's love.

Mom, you are a sky full of hope, calling my wings that are not yet full; you are a lighthouse in the ocean, tirelessly guiding me. You, with your selfless dedication and compassion, influence me.

Mom, you are the most beautiful person in the world! 5. A foreshadowing composition for mother’s most beautiful moment

The grass breaks out of the ground, that is beauty; the autumn leaves fall like flying butterflies, that is beauty; the rainbow reflected in the sky after the storm, that is beauty . Beauty is simple and natural, without any need for elaboration. Please open your heart and feel that beautiful moment!

Beauty is everywhere, but it will pass you by if you are not careful. Keep your eyes open and take a look! The little girl held out her hands. Those white and plump hands wrapped around the trembling hand covered with lines. The little girl helped the old man through the traffic light. The care between her fingers was beauty, simple and unsophisticated, so sultry and thought-provoking.

During the Olympics, you can even discover the footprints of beauty. Remember that touching picture? A weightlifter endured the pain and unfortunately missed. He was in pain and complained endlessly on the court. Medical staff came to treat injuries, followed by volunteers. They used barriers to surround the athletes tightly, and no photographers were allowed to take pictures. Maybe everyone has forgotten it, but I still remember it fresh. What volunteers do is not just an action, but their strong sense of responsibility. It is this delicate but short-lived beauty that constitutes this unparalleled Olympic Games.

In fact, it is not the lack of beauty in life, but the lack of insight to discover beauty. Can you imagine such a touching picture of a mother with rubble on her body holding up her child with her hands? But even if you can imagine it, you may not be able to do it.

According to the rescue workers, they have been maintaining the ruins for two hours, which means that the mother has used her life's strength to hold up her child. 6. Please write an essay based on "a mother's moment"

Mother's Moment

Mother's love is the fertile land on which people live; mother's love is the vastest sky; mother's love is the light that drives away fear in the dark night. As children, maternal love is the spring breeze that always accompanies us: maybe it is an unforgettable reminder; maybe it is a delicious lunch; maybe it is a picture of delivering an umbrella in the rain... And for me , maternal love always flashes in that moment.

It was one morning. I got up earlier than usual. That was because it had rained a few days ago and there were many cars. My mother also wiped the car herself. Because she was too tired and couldn’t hold on, she started high fever. Dad is not at home, so I can only make breakfast by myself.

I got dressed and walked to the kitchen when I suddenly smelled the familiar smell of porridge. It turns out that my mother got up early because she was sick and had already prepared breakfast for me. I saw that my mother was pale, with beads of sweat on her forehead and nose, and she kept coughing... My mother came to me with a bowl of hot porridge and said to me in a hoarse voice. : "Daughter, drink it while it's hot." For a moment, my heart was warm and my eyes were moist. I felt that my mother had become much older overnight...

At that moment, my My heart was rolling like waves. My mother's words were so touching and made me cry.

Since then, I have determined to work hard, study hard, and strive to be worthy of my mother and worthy of the feeling of that moment. 7. A 600-word essay on the most beautiful moment about childhood

What is childhood? It is the cicada on the tree, the frog in the water, the short song of the reed flute, the hide and seek of my partner... In short, childhood is carefree, happy and beautiful.

Whenever I vividly recall interesting stories from my childhood, my face always glows with a rosy glow. After all, those past events swirled around in my heart like the sound of gurgling water, and once they burst out, they would be so eloquent... When I was 5 years old, my mother took me to my grandma's house. Grandma lived in the country, so There were many people riding horses there from one village to another. I was very envious when I saw it, and wanted to try riding a horse, but the horse's back was too high and I couldn't get up. When I was trying to think of a way to get up, it happened to be I saw my grandma feeding the pigs. I thought the pigs were small and it was easy to get up. As soon as I saw my grandma feeding the pigs and entering the house, I went up to the pig nest, opened the door, went in, chose a pig, rode on it, and ran out. Grandma saw it. , hurriedly ran out and called me. I saw grandma and wanted the pig to stop, but she couldn't.

The pig ran into grandma’s vegetable garden, where there were cucumbers and persimmons.

. were trampled to pieces by pigs, and I was also scratched on my hands and belly by the branches of fruit trees. This time grandma caught the pig. After grandma drove the pig into the nest, she said that I was too He's so naughty that he even dares to ride a pig. Another time was when I was seven years old and I had just learned to ride a bicycle.

I was not very good at riding at that time. My mother and I rode our bicycles to the square where there was a lot of space. I was riding my bicycle there, riding faster and faster. Suddenly I saw an adult riding a bicycle from the front. Because he was riding too fast, he couldn't stop the car and was about to hit me. My mother was also calling me, I thought: "If I hit it, I will be injured, and I'm not very good at riding. What if I turn around and fall?" I didn't know what to do.

At this moment, I suddenly remembered: "Jump out of the car, it will be fine." I jumped out of the car, I was not injured, but my car collided with that person. Whenever I recall these, I always chuckle, so sweet and bright.

It seems that all the haunting past events are vividly reappearing. I continue to think about the poetic years and dreamy seasons of my youth.

I think childhood is like a tree without annual rings, which will never grow old or disappear. 8. The most beautiful moment in the composition (father’s love or mother’s love)

Mother’s love is a peaceful flowing stream. The quietly flowing stream is my mother’s endless love for me, calm and serene. , I grew up with it. Mother's love is a cloud. That soft and beautiful cloud is my mother's most beautiful figure, carrying me one journey after another. Mother's love is a painting, the colorful colors, as if my mother's endless love, together with me, painted the most beautiful picture.

Mother's love is the greatest love, the most selfless love, and the purest love in the world. It was my mother who taught me to take the first step, it was my mother who sang my first song with me, it was my mother who sent me the first ray of sunshine every day, and it was my mother who hugged me to sleep. Bathed in the sunshine of my mother's love, I grew up happily. My mother's love has already been integrated into every time I laugh and cry, every time I am happy and sad. No matter what day it is, no matter how far the distance is, my mother's love will always be by my side.

Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. May is always the most beautiful, and the flowers in May are always the brightest. The flowers in May will bloom with my concern for my mother. I grew up happily in my mother's endless love. My mother's love will always be the most precious collection in my heart.

I would like to send my May blessings to my dearest mother. May she be happy forever!